A SUMMER RAIN
A poem by Ela Thier, 1988 

What would I have been at twelve
    Had you not been with me
You made me to a king my friend
    And I made you a queen
We dreamt out loud when I was twelve
    And you almost thirteen

The summer rain was precious stones
And silver were the thunders
Through eyes of children we could see
The world's most secret wonders

The autumn leaves, the naked trees
They made our lives complete
With them we conquered the whole world
It bowed down to our feet

What would I have been at twelve
    Had you not been with me
You painted us in red and pink
    I painted us in green
We swung on clouds when I was twelve
    And you almost thirteen

On plains of snow not ever touched
We left our prints of gold
As feet stood silent while we laughed
At wilderness unfold

It's us who made the flowers bloom
And let the cool wind blow
As flowers, trees, abandoned grass
Made sure that we would grow

What would I have been at twelve
    Had you not been with me
I still remember winter, summer
    spring and autumn scene
Although I'm seventeen today
    And you almost eighteen.